paradisa

Wait!

Please, Ashely...

[Footsteps pound down metallic grid work, the sound clangs and echoes through the journal.]

I didn't mean it, I never would have let you go if I had known this would happen, you have to believe me.

[sudden stillness, a short gasp and a single word.]

...John?

[Sobbing and apologies continue. Begging forgiveness from Ashely for not being there, for not protecting her as she should have, for failing to be any sort of mother to her.

Pleading with John who continues to vanish, leaving no trace, no words, no reason just gone. She pleads with him to stay but her please go unanswered.

The sound of knees hitting that same grating, and this time the words are whispered with regret and between heaving sobs.]

I'm sorry James, so much I should have done..should have told you. I am so sorry my love.

inferis

[After relieving the Event Horizon of its 'crew', The Lewis and Clark shudders. After all, it suddenly has a lot more weight in it than it's supposed to. The very fabric of space seems to twist and turn around the Event Horizon. Anyone looking through the windows will see the Event Horizon being pulled through a black hole...just as the Lewis and Clark starts to drop downwards.

Moments later, and the Lewis and Clark has crash landed on the grounds of Paradisa, the ship is damaged, but the people inside are safe. The stasis pods have opened up, allowing those who were asleep within them to wake up. And what a sight there is for them to see. The doors open, allowing the survivors of the plot to step outside and regroup. It's time to take stock of injuries, and deal with the loss of those who have died. The dead will have all appeared in the clinic, including those who were sucked into the black hole...well, most of them have]

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inferis

[The doors have been blown up, finally opening the link between both ships. The tunnel joining the two remains in tact, but space suits will be required to ferry people across. Unfortunately, the gravity core of the Event Horizon has been activated - and soon a black hole will form in the middle of the ship. Destination: Hell. The non-corrupted residents need to get their corrupted friends off the Event Horizon and onto the Lewis and Clark, and they have fifteen minutes to do it in.

Of course, the corrupted residents want nothing more than to ride the gravity core into hell, and they'll meet any attempt to remove them from the ship with extreme force. And that timer keeps counting down...]

[[OOC: No sections! Feel free to make your own | DAY FOUR OOC POST | PLOT CHAT | PLOT HUB]]

inferis

psych0p0mps

[You try to not get manipul8ed and fail spectacularly.]

hey you know what guys
this really isnt worth it
if the people on that ship are going to die then theyre going to die
they were never meant to be saved end of story!
i mean listen to them its obvious theyre way too far gone
any attempt we make at this point can only end with us suffering the same fate
just leave the event horizon to its doom

((ooc: yeah so Vriska's mind control powers can reach to the Lewis and Clark, it turns out. Aradia will be back to herself within a few comments, though, don't worry!))

save_the_souls

[It's a few hour after House's death occurred does Allen finally have it in him to address the journal. He tried his best to get the blood off him, but there's so much in the clinic that when he opens the journal a smear of blood where his fingers are appear at the very edges. ]

[His voice sounds broken, like someone who is exhausted and all cried out. Someone who is clearly trying to do everything he can to hold it together. ]

Dr. Gregory House is....Dr. Greg House died today.

I'm sorry to anyone who knew him.

[And that's it. There is a pause like he wanted to say something else, but there is nothing else eh can bring himself to say. So instead, he quietly shuts the journal.]

wishmadeinfire

[ It was another of the Castle Before the Moon's tricks. He knew it. There were no rocks and no night sky, but he knew this was one of its tricks. How could it not be? He was far from home, alone against the enemies, suffering because that was what it wanted. That was what it had always wanted, wasn't it? It fed off their blood and their screams, it had for years, its magic fueled by their forced sacrifices. Oh, he knew, he was on to its little game and he was going to end it, but a stop to this pathetic and cruel game.

But he had to make it there first, to the heart.

And there were obstacles in the way.

Enemy soldiers, with their dark eyes and their dark hair, out to kill him because he was the demon of their nightmares, the man who had burned their comrades alive, slaughtered them with sweeps of his sword. Oh, yes, his sword, where was that? He should have that if he planned to cut them down, to end it, give them the peace they all so deserved. He could not find his, so he picked up a piece of detritus, something that would work - long, sharp, deadly. It bit at his own palm, but he didn't care, because he had something more to do. He could burn the wound closed when this was all done.

He made his way through the halls, and when soldiers appeared he smiled benignly and lunged to attack, to push them out of the way or cut them down. Either they got out of his way or he made them get out of his way. His was a mission of most import, and he would be damned if he let these fools stand in his way!

Eventually, his voice comes over the journals, a little dreamy perhaps, thick with the rasp of battle, manic with delusion.]

Stop fighting me, fools, and be get out of my way. Do you really think you can stop me? You can't, the only one who could is gone! You all couldn't save him, now I'm your only hope. So get out of my way, and live to see another day...

[ It was almost sing-song, cooing, urging a child to sleep while the adult took care of the cruelties of the world...]

[ooc: Ashura is making his way to the spinning thingy you all dread so much. Inside of this post will be two more sections for more specific encounters if anyone wants to go through this - one with his parents, either mother or father, and one for Yasha (his former lover). He will try to kill you in either of those threads. ]

wizard_redfive

[ Filtered to those on the Event Horizon who are still sane and won't tell those who are being controlled and/or trying to kill people ]

[Dairine sounds very tired, having worked most of last night, but her voice still has raw determination.]

Greetings from the Lewis and Clark. This is Dairine Callahan.

If you can hear my voice, that means you still have a hold on your senses. And I really, really hope some of you do. I know you have been waiting for a long time, way longer than I would have liked. Believe me when I say we've been working double time to get our ship functioning and ready to help. We promised that we would save you guys, and we will, trust me. The only thing stopping us is one little door. Which is the reason I am contacting you now:

We know how to get you out of there. But we're going to need your help.

You see, your ship's previous crew left a log. Without getting into too many details, they suffered from the same effects that some of your friends are now. But before he died, one of the members hid a number of explosives on your ship, designed to blow the door off. These won't damage the ship; the hull is designed to take it. But the blasts will give us an opening.

One problem though: these explosives are inside the Event Horizon. With the door sealed, we obviously cannot reach them.

But you can.

If anyone is willing to volunteer, look for a room with protective suits. They will protect you from the blasts.

If you can't, please stay as safe as you can. We'll be with you shortly.

Go well.

deltacain

[A disjoined chuckle can be heard over the journals.

It goes on for a few moments and, to some, might seem very familiar.]

I know how to stop them... Both of them... Circling like predators, snapping at each other. Caring about nothing but their own hatred...

The jackal and the weapon. [Another chuckle] The Gravity Drive. That will save us. Save us from them. Save Marie and Jamie from... me. From Him. In my head... Murderer. Killer.

I can't let him win. Not now. The ship... Gave us the solution. To end it all. For Marie... She worries so much. No more. We'll be safe.

[Everything falls silent for a moment, barring the quiet sound of sobbing, until...]

Do you hear me?! You won't control me any more! No-one will. I'll fix it! The Jackal will be gone, and YOU will be gone. Forever! No more! I want you out, Bourne! Gone! No more murder with my hands.

Anyone who tries to stop me is on their side.

Delta is for Charlie, Charlie is for Cain. Cain is for Carlos... Delta is for Charlie, Charlie is for Cain...

[And finally footsteps and his voice fades into silence.]

((OOC: So, yeah. David's crazy. I guess this is new? Someone should probably stop him from turning the spinny thing on. Open for dictation. Action in the linked thread.))

tapshoetomove

[After his run-in with Blues, Luke's been trying to escape from some threatening-looking shadows. No matter how far he runs, the sounds of howling are not too far behind. He's still pretty injured from being bashed in the face, and he's pretty sure the wolves can smell the blood on his face. He attempts to climb into one of the vents for safety, but one of the wolf-like shadows catches up with him and sinks it's teeth into his leg and drags him out. It's soon joined by other shadows gathered around him while he pleas for his life - the sound of his scream can be heard over the journal as the wolves tear into his stomach and starts ripping him apart.

Anyone who eventually spots him will see Luke thrashing around and shrieking in pain.

Luke will eventually respond to the journal after he thinks the wolves have left, but it won't be very coherent.]

lonenoble

[She'd been fighting it. Trying to ignore the hallucination. They couldn't be her team... But hours of listening to the whispers... The teammates telling her how she'd failed them. And the visions of the covenant bastards surrounding her. She'd managed to hold off.

But then, the tightly held self control... The walls fell. She slams into a wall with a scream. "You failed us. Failed humanity. You deserve to suffer." And there's also that little voice, telling her that there's a way to fix it all. She can't help opening the journal at this, laughing softly. Anyone that knows her would know something's horribly wrong.]

I know the answer now. How to fix everything. I can finally end it all. Save humanity.

[Have the sounds of a fist being slammed into a wall, as she attacks another alien that only exists in her head in a hall of the Event Horizon.]

gentleidealist

[dictated]

[The hollow noises of the Event Horizon are clear enough in the background. Muted screams, what have you, as people see things and do things they regret.]

It's me, Lloyd. Does anyone know what's going on? There's something... really wrong with this ship. I've seen people I know, but they aren't saying what they should be saying. And there are people who've lost everything, who can't even tell what's going on, trying to hurt others...

I need a clue. I need something. This needs to stop or else we'll all end up killing each other. I don't want to hurt anyone else.

[He takes in a shaky breath, and then, very quietly:]

... Dad?

( [Colette] )

originalcopy

[Church is wandering the darkened passages. Flickering movements and whispered voices... and laughter, dark laughter.]

Tex?

[The voice was clearer, it was her, confirming what he feared most after seeing the ship explode that awful day. And behind it, the other voice, telling exactly how he had failed her.   How he killed her.]

No...

They... they were only supposed to disable the ship...

I didn't know!

Oh god... no... I... I tried... I couldn't.... Please... oh my god...

[When he sees her.... Her body charred and broken, melted armor fused in places to her flesh.... he can't stop the screams.]

wagers

[A few of you know the girl with the wings and the sword. Right now she's flown to the top of the core and sitting there, knees hugged to her chest and just... allowing the movements of he things carry her. Every once in a while, she twitches, not being able to shake the feeling. She's muttering.]

_{It's everywhere. Everyone. All around. Everyone... everyone. All of it. It's killing us.}

( Aradia Megido )

[She manages a filter, but she's otherwise muttering these words to herself. If you approach the core, beware. There may very well be backlash.]

_{It's killing us. It's killing us. Everyone's going to die. Everyone's going to die.

(ooc. OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN OPEN!!!!!!!! get your last shots at vriska while you still can!!!!!!!! open via journal, in person, over a ship, through space, through time, to the window, to the wall--)}

not_nikkiheat

[Kate's wounded and cradling her left arm to her chest as best she can. She is ducking down in a alcove off the main tunnel, trying to stay out of sight for a moment to catch her breath. She's faced death before, she's been shot before, but she's never experienced such absolute terror. She's being hunted, and in between the pain and trying to survive, she has to deal with these...visions. Horrible visions of the people she loves, dead and dying. Finally, it becomes too much, and she risks pulling out her journal, desperate for any kind of human contact that isn't trying to murder her. When she speaks, it's a frantic whisper.]

There aren't many of us left. Do not attempt rescue. The evil here will take all of us eventually, you shouldn't sacrifice yourselves. Just stay safe.

[Filtered to Castle]

I need to say goodbye.

toobravehearted

[ He's been listening to the journal with mounting horror. He's heard the screams and the cries for help. He's heard their calls, taunts, chuckles of insanity, voices sing-song and like children calling their friends out to play a Game. He's heard the whisper of death, he's heard the shout of murder. Here on the Lewis and Clark he's heard the clamour and urgency, felt the panic sweep through as fast as wildfire.

There's people he's starting to care for a lot over there and here. People he knows, people he's getting to know. All lives are precious but someone else doesn't think so and he's getting desperate, frantic, running over the ship like a mad man trying to put out little fires, because this needs to be over now. He wants to be in six different places and times at once but he can't, no matter how much he tries. It makes for a bad storm just waiting to happen and it's building.

That man that everyone thinks is so polite and unassuming, wouldn't hurt a fly that chap; he's not here right now. It's typical for him to react instead of act; he's acting now.

His voice when he speaks isn't angry. Instead it's eerily calm and level but anyone that knows him well should hear the steel and command in it. It's a voice from a man that has faced down worse than most will ever have the bad luck and then some to know, a voice of over half a millenia fighting to do what is right, and it means business. ]

Anyone that is able to help and follow me, those doors need to be opened. Right. Now. Before there's more bloodshed.

Event Horizon... hold on. Please, I'm begging you, hold on. We're coming as fast as we can.

rose_of_battle

( Warning: Thoughts of suicide. )

legacydeck

[There's a smear of what is very obviously blood as Clow opens the journal, and begins to talk. He sounds... calm. Just like his usual self even.]

Everyone has at least some idea of the power and the beauty in blood - life-blood, heart-blood, what keeps us alive. Makes us walk, makes us talk. Blood-red - we call it that, but I've never seen anything else which quite matches it's hue, it's vibrancy.

[As he talks, he's tracing magical symbols, both Chinese and Western, onto the page, in the blood on his finger tips. They form a rough circle, and he starts connecting them with lines, simpler sigils]

Only mages know the true power blood offers, though - the power to make, the power to break - that lies within every person. With blood -

[There's a sudden jerk, his hand smearing part of the circle he'd been drawing, and his voice changes to angry, and maybe, just a little fearful]

No, I won't let you take me, you monsters. I'd rather die before giving false confession to you

[Clow has found a nice little section of the long hallway to... redecorate. Though it's hard to see the symbols and the circle inscribed on the ground in blood. What is clear, however, is the blood on his hands and the marks he's drawn on his face in it. You can't be sure who's it is, though given that he's carved some of the symbols into his own skin, there's a decent chance, at least, that it's his. He's spending his time shouting at people who aren't there, and... waiting.]

cloaklikeblood

Dead. They're all dead and it's because of me. Peter, the guys from our village, Mother, Quinn, even Billy. They all died because I'm a wolf, a monster. It's no wonder that everyone leaves me, that I'm always alone. I'm unlovable, someone who'll always kill or chase away those I love.

[Her voice turns sing songy]

Monster, monster, monster.

[There was a broken sob, then a scream, shortly followed by a laugh]

Death. We all deserve death. You all deserve death.

[A beat of silence, then]

You're spiraling, too, aren't you? Even the Lewis and Clark shall be untouched by hell. It's coming for you. You're all going to dieeee, too.

onlythefishiest

I'm sure if I can just get it to listen to me, I can get it to understand! I just need to glub to it properly! I'm sure it is just lonely and afraid, just like t)(e ot)(ers!

All I need to do is get it to )(ear me!

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7th Abnormality - accidentally dictated - Backdated -Day 2 Event Horizon

DAY FOUR - THE END

DAY FOUR - THE ESCAPE

DAY FOUR - THE BOMBS

♈ Aradia: Don't get manipul8ed.

(no subject)

When the Past Haunts Us [ Event Horizon Dictation + Action ]

Syntax Error 32

5th (Corrupted) Memory ~ [Dictated]

Puzzle 12 - Dictacted/Action for the Event Horizon

[Open action and journal]

twenty six ► it all comes tumbling down

Things on the Horizon. (Day 3)

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5th case [dictated/action]

- 6 - Beware the fury of a patient man.

025 Summons ❈ Dictated ❈ (Open to Action)

17th card [dictated/action]

[03 - Death is coming]

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